Time 时机

Everything and everyone has a time. A person has to yours.

deal closed, but I vaguely sensed a feeling of exhaustion- a shoulder- down game- over lost, even it is not even started. The music box unwinds to silence when it is supposed to be gearing to the designed tones. timing is not exactly right.

it is hard to acknowledge I am weary for things I do, which must suggests, I am weary of myself. It is not the place, or the person, but more and more it feels like history haven't yet found its way into the past, repeat and repeat again no matter what you do differently, it is still so present gaming everything up.

time is weapon. S taught me. Time changes everything, everyone says. Time may help me remake it, everything into sth not necessarily better but different. Another adventure with its own special torture and irritation and ringing and mocking laughters, with someone special for the new round.

it is not a matter of doing what you want, but knowing the right things to do.

we all are so anticipating for the new. The new year, the new endeavors, the new people in life, maybe enthusiasm is just an expression of panicking? in the making of new, we lose a part of the old good self.

happy new year. tingeling. you deserve it more than you know.